Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Greece and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Chrome to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
The Slits,
X-Ray Spex,
The Vogues,
Deadbeat,
CMW,
Loose Ends,
Jeff Lynne,
Mo-Dettes,
Robert Görl,
Dark Day,
James White and The Blacks,
Alphaville,
Sound Behaviour,
The Selecter,
Ultravox,
The Barracudas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aural Exciters,
Soul II Soul,
Marc Almond,
MDC,
Spandau Ballet,
PIL,
David McCallum,
The Modern Lovers,
June Days,
MC5,
The Blues Magoos,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Reagan Youth,
Inner City,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Junior Murvin,
Eli Mardock,
Joensuu 1685,
ABC,
Schoolly D,
Ohio Players,
Minutemen,
Bob Dylan,
Ice-T,
It's A Beautiful Day,
K-Klass,
Bad Manners,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jawbox,
H. Thieme,
Throbbing Gristle,
Quantec,
Camberwell Now,
Kurtis Blow,
The Flesh Eaters,
Monks,
Depeche Mode,
Leonard Cohen,
Fugazi,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Negative Approach,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.